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From the album Flesh Coffin available now: MERCH: TOUR DATES: FACEBOOK: TWITTER: INSTAGRAM: Director/DP/Editor- Joey Durango FLESH COFFIN We’re dead inside Born of this body For I have not chosen This haunted life of mine Far beyond the astral waves of time Have I stumbled onto the final frontier Memory appears to be so very malleable Now a tool rather than a gravestone to cling to I am god How is this possible I’ve spent these years perfecting the art of wasting away and so it appears That death as they claim is not the final resting place {onto the next life} My mind adrift as I weave through the dreams Weeping before my past Life’s not what it seems I watch it all as it all comes to pass Memories held within my grasp As I bend all matter at the will of my mind I see reality we are all slaves to time No longer pressed to this weight of this nothingness Weaving in and out of memories that have chosen not to fade with time awoken before these Once dying eyes Born of this body For I have not chosen This haunted life of mine Far beyond the astral waves of times How is this possible I’ve spent these years perfecting the art of wasting away and so it appears That death as they claim is not the final resting place Bury the bones bury the lives Bury the hope bury the skies The truth of it all we’re dead inside We’re dead inside No longer pressed to this weight of nothingness Weaving in and out of memories that have chosen not to fade with time awoken before these Once dying eyes My mind adrift as I weave through dreams Weeping before my past life’s not what it seems I watch it all as it comes to pass Memories held within my grasp We’re dead inside
